She'll turn thirty-four this weekendShe'll go out with her girlfriendsThey'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry onThere'll be guys and there'll be come onsShe'll probably get hit onBut she thinks all the good ones are gone

She's got friends down at the officeAnd she can't help but noticeThat when the day is overHow they all hurry homeEvery day there's guys she works withAnd even some she flirts withBut it seems like all the good ones are gone

And her mama called this mornin'Said I'm worried about my babyI wish you had a family of your ownShe said mom it's not that easyYou make it sound so simpleBut you can't take the first man that comes along

Once she had someone who loved herBack when she was youngerNow she wonders if she held outA little bit too longBack then there were so manyNow there just aren't anyIt seems like all the good ones are gone

And her mama called this mornin'Said I'm worried about my babyI wish you had a family of your ownShe said mom it's not that easyYou make it sound so simpleBut you can't take the first man that comes along

She'll turn thirty-four this weekendShe'll go out with her girlfriendsThey'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on